The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-12

| Of pretending 10 rcttu iOr eouio tiihV
began to grow drowsy,
About yard from the bed was the
door, OF which Blanche had distant
view as she sat at little ornamenteo
table placed at the end OF the bed
Lady Dash, when her eyes were oper
could also see the door across the cor
ner OF the bed, but she did not think il
necessary to watch it as her daughter
did. There was looking-glass drapec
with coarse lace, into which Blanche
felt compelled to look every now ant
then, as it stood on her right hand
As the night wore on she had an un
easy feeling that there was somebody
standing behind her and at the next
glance she would see him reflected il
the mirror. This terror grew on hel
till she was afraid to look over hei
shoulder. Her mother was fast ASLEEP
and she felt as il she was no protec
ton to her. She longed to wake her
but knew it would be cruel. Suddenly
there was a sound; every hair on hel
head stood erect and cold chills raj
down her spine. Her heart beat sc
loudly that she could scarcely heal
anything else. Lady Dash had awak
ened and was staring hard at the door
| Again there was n sound-an unmls
taxable cautious footstep. They die
not look at each other but kept their
eyes fixed in the same direc
ton. Breathlessly they watched
and saw the handle OF the door turn
Their hearts seemed ready to burst
in the pause that followed. Again il
was tried, but the lock resisted; Their
there was silence. Every sense seem
ed merged in listening. They waited
with white faces and clSmmy hands
their nerves strung to TIE utmost
point Of extensions but the murderer
If murderer he were-was balkec
and did not come again.
Lady Dash was never more delight
ed to see the sun than on the bright
morning that succeeded that endless
night. She felt utterly worn out, but
she agreed with Blanche that u move
TO Pau was advisable if that mar
were still in the hotel. Mary
having been told OF the wretcheG
night her mistress had passed
urged her to go to bed now in the
broad daylight and get good rest
but Lady Dash stoutly refused, COR
Tossing to herself, though not to tn,
maid, that rest would be impossible
After hurried breakfast she sent foi
NJ. Paul, the proprietor, who was dis
mayed to hear that the apartment.
which had been engaged for fort
night, was to be thrown on his hand'
at an hours notice. He demanded
the reason so pathetically that Lady
Dash was at last induced to tell hin
the real facts OF the case. Then hii
iace cleared. and he begged madam,
to dismiss all uneaisiness from her
mind. AS to the MONSIEUR with the
scar, he had left the Lion Dor before
dawn, but the police were already OF
his track. The bon Dieu had merci
fully preserved the English ladies
by means OF dream. but 9th
ers had received no such warn
ing, and had suffered in different ways
NJ. lie Baron had lost his silver cigar
case, Nine. lie Comtesse her necklace o
pearls, NJ. lie Prince n portemonnai,
containing bank notes to the amount
OF f6, 900, Nine. s. Il gold watch, Mile
c. q handsome bracelet, etc, etc.
"But all these ladies' and gentlemen
did they sleep with their doors unlock
ed2" inquired Lady Dash, feeling that
they had brought their misfortunes or
themselves by their own imprudence
"Not at all, madame, but the vau
rien had an easy contrivance by which
he could turn a key i'll n door, and So
open the door"
Then why didn't he open ours?'
at must have been the light thai
protected you, madame. He saw il
and guessed that you were sitting up. !"
Lady Dash shivered at the danger
they had run, but allowed herself to
be persuaded to stay. Common senst
told Blanche that the Lion dor was
the last place to which 1.-The man witt
the scar" would return, unless brought
there involuntarily in the hands o
the police, So she allowed herself to
go to sleep at night without listening
for his footsteps. 1t was a relief &c
her mind when the thief was finally
sentenced to a considerable term o
travaux forces. This happened ten
years ago. The term ofimprisonment
Is probably over, consequently
Blanche lives with the sword o! Dam
ocles hanging over her head; tor unit
the man with the scar is known to b.,
dead she knows there is possibility
that the dream may yet be fulfilled
Absit omen.